It took nearly three hours for the two pieces of information to go around in everyone's hands.
The meeting room of the Council of Elders was quiet.
After a long time, an elder couldn't stand the silence anymore and finally asked, "Alfred, are you sure the intelligence is true?"
"I know it seems unbelievable, but it's true." Alfred heaved a sigh. "While we were isolated from the world and despised it, it was only two years ago that these alien races called 'Golden Sons' came to our world."
"Undying?" Murphy snorted. "How about we imprison their souls?"
Alfred shook his head. "Somebody seems to have done that, but it didn't work. Their souls seem to be protected by the rules. After the death of their physical bodies, they will enter a strange plane of the same origin and walk around. No spells seem to work until they obtain a new body. "
Everybody felt a headache. Things that could be resurrected, such as liches, were troublesome enough.
But liches had obvious weaknesses. As long as they could find their phylacteries, they could kill them easily.
As long as they were adept at the magic of the soul class, they could capture the soul pieces when they destroyed the lich's clones and locate the lich's phylactery with Soul Localization.
Of course, the lich would transfer its phylactery before that. It all depended on who was faster.
All in all, while liches were strong, there were ways to deal with them.
However, those Golden Sons' souls were protected. The only way to weaken them was to keep killing them until they were like beginners.
How many times would they have to kill them?
Besides, they would escape anyway. If there was no way to stop them, they would come back one day.
It was pointless to make enemies of such people.
"It seems that we can't restrict them by force," Murphy said rather angrily. "Then what should we do with Roland? It's not an exaggeration to say that his spell is a Legendary spell. Most spells have their own limits of damage and effect, but this one doesn't. "
The elders understood what Murphy meant.
Most low-level spells would become more powerful as the user's strength increased and their equipment was updated, but the problem was that the power of these low-level spells had an upper limit. For example, no matter how powerful an ordinary Inferior Fireball was, it couldn't compare to a Large Fireball. Even if a god used it, he could at most cast thousands of Inferior Fireballs at the same time and increase the power through other means.
In terms of the power of a single Inferior Fireball, even if it was cast by a god, it would only be slightly stronger than a Legend.
Of course, the Inferior Divine Fireball was about as powerful as the Great Fireball of an ordinary Master.
Gods were powerful because they could summon a large number of high-damage fireballs at once, like rain.
But the Self-Exploding Fireball that Roland had created was different. In addition to enjoying the damage bonus of normal spells, in theory, it could also unlimitedly compress magic power into the Fireball.
It could infinitely increase the fireball's power.
As long as you can control it.
In other words, as long as one was strong and had equipment that could store a large amount of magic power, the self-destructing fireball could achieve an extremely exaggerated explosion effect.
If a Demigod used it at full strength, it should be able to cause great damage to a god.
"That's probably why the Goddess of Magic withdrew this special Fireball after releasing it for half a day," Alfred voiced his speculation. "After all, Mystra became a god as a human, and it's normal for her to be wary of us latecomers."
All the elders felt that this speculation was reasonable.
Gods weren't invincible.
At least Mordenkainen had defeated the Goddess of Fate a few times.
Melf was bullied by the evil gods for nearly a hundred years and finally invented Melf's God-Slaying Spell, killing five evil gods in a row and frightening all the gods.
Now that a new spell that could threaten the gods had appeared, it was naturally reasonable for the Goddess of Magic to withdraw it.
"Since Roland has such talent, why don't we support him?" Alfred smiled and said, "Since Murphy can exchange this spell model for a level-three or level-three spell, it means that he's not the kind of person who's stingy and won't let go of a discovery. Let's build a good relationship with him first, and if he has any inventions in the future, we can exchange them with him immediately. "
"That's a good idea." Many elders agreed.
Murphy still had some doubts. "What if he refuses to exchange it?"
"Then we won't be on good enough terms with him yet." The Great Elder smiled. "We'll just play it by ear. There's no perfect plan."
Then, the temporary meeting was over.
Roland's days were still very fulfilling. He went to class, the library, and his home.
After Marilyn put on the slave collar, she rarely saw anyone and seemed to be running around a lot.
In class, the atmosphere of the whole class improved a lot after Roland made his threat. The people of Fareins, at least, dared not bully the students of other countries or orcs on the surface.
Soon, a month passed, and as usual, the school had a five-day long holiday.
The students could temporarily leave the Red Magic Tower and go somewhere else.
Generally speaking, the students would choose to go to the neighboring city, Vilgat.
This city was an orc city, and the main race was the foxmen.
After class, Betta came to him and asked expectantly, "Brother Roland, do you want to go to Vilgat with us?"
Roland shook his head. "I have to go back to Delpon first."
His other friends of F6 were guarding Delpon for him, and he could ask Li Lin and the others to pass the message to him through the guild chat.
However, as the real decision-maker, the whole city would gradually become uneasy if Roland didn't show up for a long time.
Betta seemed rather disappointed and ran off on his own.
Roland looked at Betta's back and felt that something was wrong. He sensed that something was "hanging" on Betta's back, but when he felt more carefully, it seemed to be an illusion.
After a moment of confusion, Roland left the range of the Red Magic Tower and put down a magic beacon here. Then, he activated Teleportation.
Because this place was too far away from Delpon, Roland had to teleport three times before he returned to Delpon.
Hardly had he returned to the Magic Tower when Andonara hugged him and dragged him to the inner room.
Although she still couldn't break his defense, Andonara had plenty of ways to make Roland happy.
Midway, Vivian joined them. The girl's defense wasn't very high, and the two of them made Roland's kidneys ache.
After that, Roland met up with his friends. After eating and drinking, he found that they looked much better and seemed to have regained their masculinity.
"Roland, how many days will you be back?"
"Five days. There are still four days left."
They looked at each other, and then Li Lin said, "We're going to leave for three days to the next city."
Roland leaned back. "You're here again?"
"You have the queen and your secretary by your side. Do you think you're qualified to gossip just because you're full of meat?" Li Lin seemed rather unhappy. "Counting the previous two months, we've been monks for more than three months."
"Fine, as long as you're happy." Roland shook his head helplessly.
The next day, the four friends rode fast horses and left the city early in the morning.
Roland was checking the administrative affairs of the month in the Magic Tower when a group of round and smooth bats flew in through the window and turned into a mature woman in black who landed in front of Roland's desk.
Her expression was very ugly, and her face was also very pale. It was as if she had seen something very terrifying and disgusting.
Tapping the table, she said, "A group of murderous Golden Sons are looking for you outside. When they saw me, they looked as if they wanted to burn me."
With that, Roland knew who they were.
He personally went down to the gate of the Magic Tower and invited them in.
These people were fully covered in magic equipment, and their weapons were bright and silver, as if they were mixed with silver.
The young man in the lead was plain-looking, but when he smiled, he suddenly made people feel close to him.
"Big shot, we've found four bones for you for the quest you wanted." The young man took out four white, smooth bones from his Backpack.
They were a pair of hand bones and a pair of leg bones, exactly four. Roland took out the white jade skull from his Backpack and placed it on the table.
Then, he found that the upper body bone was missing.
"There's still one more item." Roland was stunned.
"We couldn't find the last one," said the young man helplessly. "We killed almost all the vampires in the Desert Kingdom and the Fareins Kingdom. We couldn't find any more, but we found this thing. I'm told that it has something to do with the last body part. Unfortunately, we can't understand it. "
A rather old piece of parchment was placed before Roland.
Using Language Proficiency, Roland smiled and said, "This is the last part."
Then, five bags of gold coins were placed before the young man.
"This is the payment we agreed on."
"You're straightforward enough." The young man put the five bags of gold coins into his Backpack. "If you need us to run errands for you in the future, just let us know."
The young man left in delight after receiving a huge sum of money.
Roland looked at his Backpack, only to find that he was poor again.
Thankfully, he had made a fortune earlier, and the sand eagles were offering him an endless supply of gold coins. Otherwise, Roland wouldn't have been able to pay for the quest.
Putting away the slender hand bones and leg bones, Roland went to the laboratory on the third floor with the parchment.
He grabbed the parchment in his hand and channeled his magic into it.
It wasn't a random transmission, but a predetermined route.
The parchment emitted a blue light. It disintegrated into blue light and turned into a big blue circle in front of Roland.
Through the circle, Roland could see the twisted scene in the circle.
In a dim world, a blood-red plain stretched ahead without an end.
There were no plants or animals in sight.
Roland wasn't in a hurry to go in but waited quietly.
Very soon, the blue circle disappeared and turned back into the old parchment.
Roland stored the parchment in his Backpack.
This parchment was a magic scroll, a magic scroll with an instruction manual written on it.
It was also reusable.
Roland could sense the malice in the scroll.
So, he didn't jump into the magic gate.
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